for Dean; backdated

[blessed_by_god]

Sharon hadn't left New Atlantis much lately and wasn't planning to. She wasn't ready to talk to John again yet and didn't want to chance running into him. Maybe it was cowardly, but she'd allow herself for a few days at least

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[weary_head]

He'd been frustrated, stopping at several huts before spotting Sharon and her daughter outside of their own, but now that he saw them Dean's heart leapt right back into his throat. What would he even call Hera now? Was she like a stepsister? Was Sharon supposed to be his mom? They were the same age, for christ's sake.

Swallowing down his own growing hysteria, Dean made himself keep continue forward, but he couldn't keep the wariness from his eyes.

[blessed_by_god]

Sharon glanced up at the sound of someone else nearby, and froze when she saw who it was. She couldn't imagine what Dean wanted when she hadn't even spoken to John beyond telling him about the pregnancy.

"Hi," she said, her expression just as wary as his.

[weary_head]

"Hey," Dean returned, shoving his hands into his pockets, only to pull them right back out again. This close, he couldn't even look her in the eyes.

"I was thinking," he said, "maybe I could watch Hera for a while."

[blessed_by_god]

"What?" Sharon let out faintly, baffled by the request. Dean looked like asking her was the last thing he wanted, he hadn't even looked at Hera, or her.

There was only one conclusion her mind could draw.

"...Did John send you? I feel fine, I'm fine. You don't have to, Dean."